孤独の旅人

夕景に染まる
湖

魚を釣る人々

時が一瞬　止まる

一枚の絵

山の頂に
日がさす

その灯りが
夕景を
一瞬留める

湖面は
さざ波すら　たたない

まさに
一点を凝縮した
絵画が
そこにある




It is dyed landscape at evening.
The lake
The people who fish a fish
The time is blink-of-an-eye.
It stops.
One sheet of pictures
In the top on the mountain
The day shines.
By the light
of the landscape at evening
It stops instant.
The surface of the lake
Ripple
It doesn't stand.
By the picture which condensed one surely
It is there.